on either Thursday night or Friday morning, but he lived alone so no found him until Saturday, so he's quite a bad way. Completely paralysed apparently, and it'll be a couple of weeks until they can assess what kind of recovery he'll make. Horrible stuff.

Was walking through the warehouse in work a couple of weeks ago, and saw one of the guys sat down, holding his belly. I walked over to jokingly ask him if he'd shit himself, but when he looked up his face was all droopy down the one side, and he couldn't speak properly. He was having a stroke. Don't think I've ever panicked so much in my life. I phoned for an ambulance, then phoned nearly everyone in my phone making sure that the ambulance would be able to get on site, all the time trying to reassure him that he'd be ok.